The best part of this book is the cover art. After that it is all down hill.
While it is true, one does not expect Booker prize worthy narrative in an erotic novel, one hopes for, at the least, characters one can grow to have some feelings about, plot... Yep, that's about it, a plot.
While it is self evident that the author has an interest in the subject, from reading this dirge, I would doubt the author has any experience. The scenes are very badly described, with numerous continuity blunders and evidently physically impossible elements. The three characters take the term one dimensional to such a new level of banality, I would guess only Stephen Hawkins could explain it.
In between the scenes, which leaves one wrestling with the descriptions, trying to work out what actually happened, the story limps along worse than an army cadet"s first field log. The only enjoyment I could gain was trying to guess where in Dorset it was set, as the places named are close to home.
If you enjoy reading the word rubber printed at least two times per line and has a lexicon of less that 100 words, you may have a mediocre time ploughing through the 250+ pages of the worst form of one handed typing yet to see the light of day.
If on the other hand, you actually attended school at some point in you life, save you money and look else where.